Kristin Nicole RothDavis
~~~give Me One More Week~~~ - Poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
Baby, I've been drifting away
This isn't some game to play
I'm scared out of my mind
Everything inside of me
Is begging to be set free.
I sent a request to the one upstairs
Not too sure He even cares
They say when the time is right
Who knows it could be tonight
All I know is, Mentally, Physically and
I'm holdin' on with all my Might!
Just doesn't seem right
Whatever happens, Please don't leave my Sight
I'm not worried of the aftermath
Just don't want unfinished tasks left behind
Don't want my singled footprints to remain in this path!
Heaven or Hell, doesn't really matter to me
The way I look at it
Been to both Already
Hell would just be Another challenge
I'll break Satan's spell!
Heaven on the other hand
Well, I wouldn't complain
It's actually hard for me to explain.
All I can do is focus on the here and now
I'm Not too vain
I'll say my vows and even take a bow
Just so long as I don't have to
Deal with this damn pain.
See, I asked the Man above
To wrap my body in His healing Glove
Allow me one undevided week
To allow my heart to truly speak...
So much to say, I Pray
Let me be Heard
Give me a week of being cured
Singing out my story
Hell, I'll even give Him all the Glory!
Oh, that's not all
Just as I closed my pleaful cry
I asked for added strength
I knew I'd have to have it, that's why
In order to go this distant length.
So I said while I laid up in this bed
'Dear Heavenly Father as I end this
Request I can't help but to ask
For this One last special task
Please Lord, I beg for your Mercy
Allow me this week so I may speak
But before I give you my hand
I wanna have one more Chance
See Lord, I've yet gotten to dance
With the one You paired me with
Afterwards I wont put up a Fight
If You'll do this and make it all Right! '
Now you all know how I truly feel
I wont mind if you call me 'Ishmael! '
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